I’m not saying live there. I’m saying book one night for the story. Tell your friends you stayed at “The Intown.” See their faces. They’ll ask for details.
Bring a playlist from 2004. Watch the flickering lights. Eat a gas-station sandwich from the cooler. It’s an experience—like riding a carnival ride that’s slightly broken.
And if you see that dolphin pizza painting? Take a photo. Frame it. You earned it. Welcome to the club.
